With headphones on and the phone's navigation on, she drove.
A three-kilometer drive later, she parked beside a junior high school.
After parking the car, she took long strides towards an unassuming little shop.
Named "Cultivation," the shop was located next to the school. The surrounding area had food stalls, fried rice, and milk tea shops, bustling with people.
Only this one shop appeared deserted, with people occasionally entering only to leave in a hurry.
Entering the shop.
A young man lying on the table glanced at Caroline Edwin, yawned lazily, and said without enthusiasm, "I won't bother attending to you. Just look around."
Soon enough, the customers who came in would leave quickly—attending to them was a complete waste of effort, and there was no money to be made. Unprofitable.
"Mmm."
Caroline's gaze swept around the store, which had all sorts of strange and peculiar things inside.
Talismans, magic staffs, cinnabar, brushes, and pre-drawn talismans set aside.
